Dungeon+Harem+Master

The collector slid into the bottom of the metal golem as he crawled through the ground with his jacket jumped up.

A giant like a moving fortress pokes a slightly raised gap and rolls along muddy beneath the ground. The metal golem, who hated being turned around behind his back, quickly hits and wields a hammer with his head halved by Sizka.

The destructive power can be imagined if you look at Sizka's injuries. Not to mention, this time, they swung me off my head to do a mole slap. A slight gap immediately leads to crushing death.

The collector keeps avoiding the attack of the oversized hammer by making sure to roll through a gravel-mixed square that is not very flat.

While doing so, from the front, the sorcery group's attacks continued to be unleashed like ship artillery fire. The roar dominates the battlefield unceasingly, and a dislodged mass of magic destroys the cave's bedrock and rolls up the dust. Matching flame chunks and wind vortexes continue to tap the thick front of the metal golem. What the collector was after was not a carcass part like the one in the jaw, but, after all, a group of electronics mounted on the head that was protected by the only exposed clear case. Along with the metal sound of ear damage, the electronic circuit of the metal golem is repeatedly blinking without rest and shine. The power of the treasurer is only beyond the realm of man. It's impossible to jump up and attack an enemy's head that's ten meters long.

- But there are as many monsters here who do what they're not likely to be able to do. For the Guardian Beast, that was the greatest tragedy.

"Victoire! The enemy's weakness is the stripping big head!! The others do their utmost to draw the attention of the enemy!!

I let out a bell-like rage from the bottom of my belly. At the same time, Pordina, Dorothea showed the lion's swift work as he waved long swords and machetes.

The firepower of Karen, Liza and Rudge concentrates on the earthly belly of the giant brought about by Hannah.

When the collector pulled out the holy sword "Black Lion” all the way here, he pushed himself hard into something like a rubber tube that touched the left arm of the enemy. With the mood of tearing, cuttings like melting the darkness were brilliantly sucked into the tuba former. A fierce blue and white spark is splattered from the torn joint area.

"Did you do it!?

"Oh, it's dangerous."

Meryandale hugged him to the waist of the collector who was standing on the bar. The left arm of the metal golem, truncated by damage, was falling overhead. If I stood in that position, I would have gotten caught up in tons of iron to do and almost minced in a few more places. Cold sweat triple. As he was slipping out of his hips, Nellie Aiming retrieved the Black Lion with her handsome figure.

However, only the chainsaw on the left arm is left with the enemy's reward for hard work. Shortly after exhaling in a ho, again, a frustrating message that scratched the brain directly drooled out of the giant's head.

"30% damage rate. 30% damage rate. 157. Self-repair system activated. Defensive mode ni migration simus. Defensive Mode Ni Transition Shimas'

A distracting, tall siren sounds. The well-eared Karen and Pordina, groaning, let loose their hands of attack for a moment. The entire body of the metal golem is discolored from blunt to waking aqua blue. As soon as possible, the dent in the damaged area vacated by Hannah makes a beckoned sound and swells.

"Out of the way, everyone!! Flame Shots (Flame Gatling) Huh!!

Dorothea, who had been tired of continuing to chant to stand earlier, wielded her last power to unleash intermediate fire attribute magic.

A bright red burnt rotten orange fireball is continuously ejected from the tip of the sword in your hand.

Loulou, who was fighting by Dorothea, hated the heat and quickly lay low on the ground. In the low light cave, like in the midsummer sun, it shone bright white to the shade of rocky skin that spread on one side around.

"No. Not at all, it's not working."

Hannah's chilling voice freezes us all. Bouncing back a mass of heat, the giant was repairing the damaged torso area in auto mode.

"Damn. I can't believe I even used healing magic. Wu Yingjie finally figured out why to avoid it."

Dark colour of agitation in Rudge's voice. It is precisely the function of a device stored inside a metal golem, but if you take it from them, most of the things you don't understand can be explained in two letters of witchcraft.

"It's my head anyway. Victoire, hit him in the head!

"You don't have to say anything!

Victoire shouted as the collector barked. Pulling through the family heirloom “Ten Kings Sword," he stands on his back and heads straight for the line.

The metal golem waved horizontally the oversized chainsaw mounted on the remaining arm when it perceived the imminent danger.

"Can I slaughter this me in such a cursory move!

Victoire jumped up a fine blade that cracked the atmosphere and squeezed it, riding the flat part of the chensau. It is as light as a flying swallow.

"Scaffolding, make scaffolding!

"I got it!

When the collector commanded Liza, he dissolved the bedrock at his feet and let the roped knitted mud fly from behind the giant, reversing his torso. This resulted in some inclination.

In the battle, Victoire was just as wise. As she flies high disturbing her golden hair, she runs up the smooth cylindrical torso area trying to suck it. As you can see from careful observation, the front of the metal golem was subtly irregular due to the attack we have been applying. As a plus alpha, it makes a giant rope with pseudo-earthly attribute magic, causing it to reverse behind. The stage is all set.

Victoire was running almost vertically, skilfully catching a pair of heeled shoes that would be difficult to run. Last scaffold. Long and beautiful legs were forcefully stepped in. Head of metal golem. Approaching the present. As Victoire took yet another step, he slammed the long sword forcefully toward the electronics. There was a crack in the clear case with the crushing noise.

At the same time, white light envelops her entire body holding the sword. Gha, and Victoire was bounced off into the universe leaving behind a voice like a cat trampled on its tail. The discharge phenomenon emanating from the cranium was exposed to moro. Karen performed a wind levitation magic (aerolebitation) on her falling. That was certainly fatal, I guess, but Metal Golem ran endlessly through the hall in a barely uncontrolled move as he blew smoke out of his head with the skunks.

The collector flies out to the giant desperately to let everyone escape, but when hit by one, he blows easily to the wall. It is such a shock that the whole body is likely to fall apart. While the adrenaline is out, we can move. This superhuman toughness was also a secondary effect of the crest of immortality.

"Damn! You're still saying this isn't enough!!

Victoire's blow was impeccable. Perhaps even if left alone, the metal golem will stop automatically among them, but by then some of these guys will be turned into stretched squids. Cold things slide off at the bottom of my belly.

It was the sound of purity, washing the soul, that saved the treasurer in a state of panic.

It's Lacey.

She was singing as she spoke toward a moving fortress that continued to run wild.

Clear voices that stained the chest were gradually creating one harmony, sliding through a unique scale.

Fit, and metal golem movement stopped.

As a matter of fact, Lacey didn't move until this moment only because, until the critical moment, she had heard the sound emanating from the current rough guardian beast.

The core of the metal golem was being operated by sound sent from a defined program.

That is, Lacey was instinctively searching for wavelengths that disturbed it when she engraved it into her head without leaving that examination behind. Lacey unfortunately demonstrated the instinctive sensitivity that Seylan, known as Hotaru, possessed uniquely, defeating the mighty enemy without moving one finger.

Thus the guardian beast of the tenth tier, who boasted of his undefeated defeat, fell into eternal sleep when he dawned on the adventurers the orphanage he had long defended.

"When you stop moving, you're really just a chunk of iron"

Victoire had the remains of a metal golem that stopped moving with a sheath of swords as he chillied some of his hair in the back of his head. She is a tough woman. When the collector turned behind him, he touched her hair, which shrunk gently. Hi, I saw a little afro hair and it seemed like I couldn't stay or not.

"Oh, ho, ho, ho."

"Stop it! Don't touch a woman's hair."

"No. Because. Your head, Kaminari."

"... I don't know what it is but I feel fooled"

"It's my fault."

"Oh, too. Whoa. It's cured by magic, too."

Hilda immediately began restoring Victoire's hair. Hair is the life of a woman.

"Good for you."

"Ugh. Remember now."

When the collector stopped teasing Victoire, he crouched in front of Sizka, who was still sitting back and being treated.

"Hey. So - it's a bump. Looks like Moro ate it a lot."

"There is no such thing as this degree. More than that, I'm sorry I didn't do much good."

Sizka apologizes with a puppy-like attitude that strikes her in the cold as she moisturizes her eyes. She behaved knowing full well what attitude she could take to distract the collector. It has a slight disturbance of long dark hair, a flair that stirs a man's desire for asylum.

Next door, Hilda is still practicing the sacred magic of recovery. When the collector holds Sizka's shoulder and gently slaps her with a pompous, he stares at her with thoughtful resentful eyes. I deliberately coughed up and left the spot.

By defeating a ten-story guardian beast, the entrance door was opened naturally. The rest of the members, including Artemisia, who had already rendezvous, had twisted themselves in front of the small room in the back, where perhaps the ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon) would be kept.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting. Oh, my God, I wish I could open it first."

"You can't do that without a parent."

Rudge curtailed his curiosity gushing, but still set up a keeper in discipline.

"Whoa, whoa. Let me see."

The collector pushed the door engraved with strange letters as one finally stood in front of a small room that seemed to creep to one degree. The contents will be exposed with the sound of the noise.

There, the old gray chest was rigorously seated.

"He told me to pay for the dust. Hey, Rudge. Suddenly an arrow flies and all that shit."

"I kept Trap searching in sorcery. No abnormalities. You should open it safely."

"Hey, Soraya"

Gigi made a noise and the chest opened.

What was inside was a pair of hands without any kind of weird philosophy. The collector, with a clapping attitude, saw it in a black colour seriously, but he didn't know any difference such as this.

"Nah. What I struggled to get was just gloves. They sell as much as they want in a convenience store."

"Sometimes you use words you don't quite understand. I don't know what that Kombi is, but this is not something you can buy from a tool shop in that area. According to ancient documents, from this color and form, it is one of the historic ancient twelve artifacts (Lost High Weapon).

It's definitely the “brake armor."

"The brake armor? What the hell."

"Try things. Hannah, I'm sorry I'm hurt, but can you come here for a second?"

"Yes, sir. Hello, Rudge."

The broken leg bone is almost healed by heel magic already, but still does the saving still hurt, Hannah swells the hem of her skirt with one foot Kenken and flies a little. Rudge went through his arms when he gave Hannah the brake armor.

It seemed a lot bigger in the hand of the girl, who had just turned thirteen, but as her fingers passed through, her hand made a sound and contracted, wrapping Hannah's palm neatly as if it had snapped.

"What do you say? What's the difference?

"Hmm, brave man"

"What's up?"

"Hannah prefers pink to black. Hey, the design's not for Hannah either. The shades, hey."

It was intensely irrelevant stupidity.

"Hmm. I decided to get the shades to bear with me. Hannah, would you mind knocking on the wall there for a second? My knowledge suggests something interesting will happen."

"Yes. Then I'll do it. Eh."

Hannah was cute, spinning her right arm around, pounding against the wall.

The change happened as it were.

A spider's nest-like crack instantly ran countless times onto the wall to the extent that it touched lightly.

Faster than cheering from the women, a great hole about ten meters in diameter was created, and the sound of the earth blasting echoed sharply.

"Shh, that's amazing. This..."

The collector is taken aback and crushed.

Rudge glowed the eyes in the back of his glasses to make it look fun to supplement.

"The brake armor is a legendary weapon supposedly used by the legendary fighter Lishuen, who once fought with King Romless. If we could use it completely, there wouldn't be any other organism on the planet that could meet properly."

"Ah, haha"

Hannah suddenly gave a tall laugh. Hey, it's too bright to pull.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Haha, haha. I'm sorry, my right arm is ticking."

"Oui! That's not to lighten up, is it? Huh!?

I found Hannah's right fist twisted oddly away. Imagine, in her, she still hadn't reached the level of using the power of the brake armor. With all this pain, the laughter eventually turns into a discarded dry one. Meryandale and Lacey rush to Hannah, as they were played. With the gaze of Karen and Dorothea, he gazes at the poor scholar who was waving his long tongue. Pordina quickly read the zodiac's emotional changes to drool her tail down. Rudge looked awkward, turning to the side. A war criminal. This is the war criminal. Everyone's feelings are one.

"... it would be amazing if I could use it."

The collector slapped the head behind Rudge silently.

At the time Hannah's right wrist and middle index finger pinky finger were crushed and fractured, the tenth hierarchical offense became the carriage of an end. Beautifully occidental, just beside the boss room, he found a staircase to the eleventh floor, marked it and returned to the union's office by transfer. Nelly, the worker, had a union job, which meant he stayed in the office. If you ask me, it was an exploration with 20 days' pay.

"My annual paid vacation this year is seventeen days away"

"Freeza or you."

Nelly left the party when she left a mysterious word. And even so, after a few hours, we meet face to face at home. Workers are very attentive.

Regardless, the Guardian Beast Crusade in the Ten Hierarchies is a feat. With Nelly's report, the Adventurers' Union (Guild) will boil back to this feat and will know the name of the Clan "Dungeon Master," but will remain and not be strong enough to see how the Adventurers react. I returned home promptly.

"Welcome back."

"Clande, welcome back."

Waiting for the collectors if they returned to the mansion was a fervent welcome from the toddler elves who were moisturizing their eyes with people's loneliness. After all, I guess Lynette, whose voicemail still doesn't take off the kids' range, was careful by herself. When they clung to the body of the treasurer, they did not try to pull apart. To remove the dirt from the journey dust, I used a bath and when my family had a warm dinner, I slept in a soft bed for the first time in three days that night.

In this adventure, did you struggle to raise your fame by killing the guardian beast metal golem of the tenth hierarchy, or the power of the brake armor, an ancient twelve artifact (Lost High Weapon) obtained, is unknown. Thanks to Meryandale, the mesmerizing, who harvested blue crystals and other materials, he made money there, but with this number of people, his income and expenditure would be "tons". The damage was considerable.

"But Hilda was more capable than I thought."

She was thorough as a healer trying to get rid of the downside points so far. The healing power of sacred sorcery was eye-catching, and the injured man was almost finished healing in the field, but everyone's decline in health was considerable. Especially if you look at the importance, such as Karen, Liza and Dorothea, who fought using witchcraft, or Sizka, who was most severely ill, or Hannah, who snapped her legs and arms, you can't move the 10th.

Lacey, who can be said to have stabbed Todome in this Guardian Beast Battle, and the silver carriage pavilion she runs herself, were hard to cut out of the mouth of the collector to go out every time.

"No, when I say come, he'll be happy to follow you."

For Lacey, leaving that store packed with memories of her parents alone can't even rip her mouth off. Because she knows how much she cares about the silver carriage pavilion. If you think about the future, there are parts of the adventure members that also have to be selected with some thought of rotation. As a clan, having around ten total members is close to the smallest unit. While much thought was being given to the future fate, the Caveman was drawn to the bottom of a muddy sleep.

"Good morning. Your husband."

"Ugh. Ah, hello."

The collector narrowed his eyes to the morning and yang as he was woken up by Pordina and plugged through the window.

"It's breakfast time. Much, you look tired, should I take you to your room?

"No. Meshi will eat with everyone. Uh, well slept."

The collector gave a blurred view of the maid standing on her pillow, gradually clarifying the focus of her blurred eyes. Even though the fatigue would be as good, there was not a single gap in Pordina's appearance. The hair is beautifully combed and the apron is white to glow. On modest makeup, the slightly drifting smell of pale perfume further hardened my vigorous filial son in the morning. The collector let his sleeping habit make him fall into Pordina's chest.

"Oh, um..."

"Fine, fine. Uh, I'm fluffy."

"Thank you. Hehe."

The collector fully enjoyed the feel as he buried his face inside a clogged apron of soft boobs. Is it the habit of a strong mazacon bastard to focus on his breasts? Pordina combed the Lord's messy hair with her hands with a gentle expression, like a Mother of Mercy.

"Pordina's Tits Yawako -. I'm going to fall asleep."

"Your husband is a sweetheart."

Pordina barely breaks her expression in public. By way of exception, it is only slightly faint in front of the collector, but it changes softly.

"And don't let the mesh cool down if you play forever. Let's get dressed."

"Understood."

Phew, and Pordina's eyes subtly darkened. As for her, as a daughter-like emotion, she would want to keep playing with the Lord forever, but she was always used to pushing herself to death.

When the Zao went to the dining room, he packed it into his belly without leaving any breakfast served in the hustle and bustle. Freshly baked bread in boiled chicken eggs. I ate up a chunk of bacon cut so thick that the fat dripped off that I had the momentum to barely bite the salad Shizuku was dancing on. After the meal, when I was sipping the coffee that Hannah had brewed, Victoire told me with a scary face that she rarely wanted to talk to me alone.

"Well, if you're a lady, is that a confession of love? That's kind of a sneak call to make sure everyone doesn't find out. A line that's embarrassing enough to be an ingredient for blackmail falls apart in the city faster than the wind."

"If you follow me, I'll make you a body where you can't cry or laugh..."

Victoire lowered her voice and threatened as Hannah shoved a yellow voice as she held her cheek with both hands.

"You're really close."

The collector followed Victoire ahead for a small run as he placed the cup about to drink.

Some of the people in the dining room were curious about what to talk about, but they didn't even dare follow Victoire in fear of hindsight when he looked like a young man.

All sides of the Princess Mansion are surrounded by depressed woods and truly quiet. Formerly a villa built as a noble maintenance site. The distance was unimaginable in Japan to the house next door where people lived, and two or three of the people, even if attacked, were a little unclear. Still, at the end of last year, the garden had managed to get in shape to the extent that it could be seen, thanks to some gardener placement. There is water stored in the pond that has just been dug, but I haven't let the fish go yet, and it feels somewhat daunting.

The zodiac, looking at Victoire walking in front, was made to reaffirm that he was a person of another dimension whose birth was different from his own, called his pinned spine, his stride as measured.

- But she's a good woman nonetheless.

In yesterday's battle, my hair has been cut so naturally that I don't know how much it has shrunk.

Honey-colored hair was painfully dazzling to my eyes as I danced in the sun.

A good woman is different because she stands up. No matter, his appearance is so beautiful that he doesn't think he's real, and he's filled with elegance that it's really not weird to be a princess if he keeps his mouth shut.

(But unfortunately, if you open your mouth, you're no different than a woman everywhere)

"Hey, how far are we going? Maybe you'd like to make sure you love something less popular."

The collector remembers the intense tension, not even on the gala, and flies a light mouth, as usual, but the beautiful knight maid walking in front was totally determined to ignore it.

(I'll even stroke one of your asses because I regret it)

"... I'll tell you what, it's better not to move on to execution even if you think about the indiscretions. I'm not only keen on swordsmanship, I'm also keen on melee fighting."

"Oh, too bad."

When they reached the lawn surrounded by garden trees on the three sides, they lowered their hips to a chair made of stump. I haven't used the white table since it was installed and there is no spot. Outdoors for the wild, the lack of rain muscle was a gift of Pordina and the others wiping every day.

"Oh, my God. What do you want to talk about?"

"You know that. Don't flatter me. It's about the guardian beast we saw on the tenth level. The language that the monster was speaking was Nihongo, right?

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. It's Japanese without a clue. I couldn't even feel the accent. Speaking of which, did you learn Japanese as a knowledge?"

"I'm good at reading, but I'm not good at listening... So I only figured it out in fragments.

No. Now, that story doesn't matter. Hey, Klando. Is there no mistake in thinking of that guardian beast as a golem built with your world's technology?

"Victoire. For one thing, let me tell you because you seem to be mistaken, in the world where I was, there is no alchemy per se that creates the golem. That's probably a machine made of cutting-edge science and technology..."

"Kikai?"

Victoire asks the parrot back with his eyes round. The grown-up appearance revealed her childhood as soon as possible and the collector found her unconsciously cute.

"Mmm. Oh, do I have to explain it from there first? You know, machines..."

The collector was first to explain to Victoire from the concept of the machine. She began to listen seriously everywhere, taking off her usual and often arrogant attitude.

(Oh. I knew this guy was serious.)

I was to get married as a result. It's a strange relationship when it comes to wonders. Still, the two were miraculous, but physically they kept it "clean".

The collector liked women everyday to such an extent that he could not speak publicly. Victoire was superior in appearance enough to enter three fingers, even among his daughters, without a threshold. Face all right, tits all right, ass all right, she's a tripletting beauty of. If you deal with such a perfect woman, a concurrent man would have to be scared, but the collector is different. Already, he had crawled at night up to five degrees, but had failed without remaining.

Perhaps, if you hold it down for real, you won't be able to resist the idiotic power of a collector with her powers. It's just, then, she'll never be able to open her heart to a collector again. The collector, if at all, was categorically acknowledging the rapists and wanted to create a permanent intimate relationship with Victoire.

(But this is the first time I've ever wanted to be alone with you two from this guy! Treasurer. We have to take advantage of this chance. You're not a man!! Anyway, give me something to break through...)

"Hmm. I understood the machine. In short, it doesn't include magical mechanisms, it works with effects caused by physical phenomena, it's about artifacts."

"That's right. My uncle was impressed."

"Why, hold hands"

For now, a man would be an attacker. When it came to what was possible at the moment, it was to hold a thin, white hand and appeal to favor, which was flickering in front of me. Victoire's eyes. The shade is falling uncomfortably. In the meantime, the collector decided to enjoy the feeling of exposure.

"That's because Victoire's hands are thin, white and slippery"

"Not for a reason."

Victoire clutched the back of the treasurer's hand, sassy hiding his hands under the table.

"Yeah. It's so, so life-threatening..."

Reaching out untrained, he was slapped properly. This woman has a much stiffer guard.

But it's something that burns better. As the zodiac smiled, Victoire looked down with his thin jaw lifted in his heart, as he despised it.

"Why would you want to touch my body? So much fun making fun of people"

"No, you don't want to make fun of me, you want to make fun of me from being cute"

"Or, kay, cute? Hey, don't skip the extra one! I'm going home."

(Again, this woman. You're not used to being praised. Better than beautiful, cute but keywords......!

My brain, which was always overwintering, started spinning all the time.

Toraya, there is no forward movement in the relationship unless you keep the two situations together. A sense of purpose poked and moved the man if he didn't stop Victoire from taking his seat at all.

"Ah! Wait, wait, wait! I don't want it anymore. I don't want it anymore. See, now? Sit here! Nah!"

"I thought you forgot how far you were talking because you'd skip the bullshit!

"Again, blame one..."

"Ugh. After all, back -!?"

"Hey, hey! Absolutely!"

When Victoire pounded his hands vigorously on the table, the top plate and legs broke down whether there was a defect in the assembly. When she flipped backwards, she gave her skirt a grand slam, softly rolled over and unnecessarily exposed the most important part of the woman. The color of the shorts is black. A fine embroidered pattern was clearly burned to the back of the collector's brain.

- God. Thank you.

The collector gently joined hands and prayed to the God of Lucky Skebe, somewhere in this sky.